BANGED-UP
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Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Andy McDonald
If anyone had bad luck Tom did. It wasn't your usual bad luck you
get on Friday the 13th. Tom was worse. It's as if he'd been BORN on
Friday the 13th! For a start his parents had split up when he was 5,
his Father was something of a terminal alcoholic and his Mother
suffered the consequences. After the split, all his Mother could
afford was a grotty eighth floor council flat. It was hardly any
wonder that Tom got into some pretty bad company.
It began with shop-lifting, just sweets and small-time things at
first. But the influence Tom's mates had on him was overwhelming. By
the age of 14 he was in borstal for arson. Now, at the age of 22, he
had been in prison for 3 months serving a 5 year sentence for armed
robbery.
As far as his looks were concerned he was far from unlucky. He
sported a closely cropped haircut and a tattoo of a dagger was
prominent on his right forearm. He stood 6ft 3ins tall and he was well
built. His chest was a mass of thick brown hair and his legs were so
muscular people would have taken him for a footballer. He'd had a few
unsuccessful experiences with girls. The rift between his parents made
him uneasy with such relationships.
His cell mate, Bob, had been with him for his first 3 months
inside. Often at night Tom would get into bed and half-close his eyes,
so that he could watch Bob undressing. Although Bob was about 10 years
older than Tom, he had a most attractive figure. Bob had obviously
worked out a lot and had clearly defined stomach muscles and huge
pecs. Each night Tom would watch the performance as Bob stripped off.
However, Bob would never remove his underpants. A fact that really
would Tom up. The bulge from the outside was enormous and Tom would
have done anything to get inside them. The trouble was that Bob was
strictly Women Only!!!
The first three months on the inside had dragged. Tom had no idea
how he was going to cope for 5 years. He would try to imagine himself
in 5 years time. He would still be a virgin! What a Thought It
frightened him in a way because he, thought that leaving it so late
would make him look an ass if things went wrong. However since he had
been eyeing up Bob's body he was even more confused.
After this initial period of incarceration, Bob was moved away to
a prison closer to his home. Needless to say Tom was quite sad to see
this hunk leaving him, but he showed no emotion. He had become
accustomed to closing his feelings inwards and it wasn't at all
difficult.
In replacement to Bob, Tom was left alone for a couple of weeks.
This drove Tom nuts, it was worse than being in solitary. It did
afford him a bit of privacy though, and he was able to wank as much as
he wanted. As soon as the lights went out and he was sure that the
prison wardens had finished their first nightly check, he would pull
out his 7Ģin prick and pull long and hard on it. It wasn't just long
it was thick too. A mass of thick curls sprouted from the base and
around his large heavy balls.
The knob was big and bulbous like a big shiny strawberry. He would
envisage Bob ramming his cock deep into Tom's salivating mouth. Thrust
after thrust until Bob would shoot a thick load of salty cum down
Tom's throat. Usually this was enough to make Tom shoot his own load
over himself. The cum glistening on his thick haired stomach. But this
was just fantasy. If only it had been true, if only Bob had made a
move and taken him. But it was not to be and not even likely now that
Bob had been taken somewhere else.
This went on for 2 weeks. Having the cell to himself was driving
him up the wall. How he longed for someone to share with, even it was
just for someone to talk to. Then one night he heard noise outside in
the corridor. He stopped tossing him self off and got up and moved
near to the door. He strained to hear what was going on. There was
someone being brought in, he wasn't at all happy about it either. He
was giving the screws hell. Kicking and punching, the screws were
suffering somewhat from their captor. HE would be the one to suffer in
the end Tom thought!
The noise was now right outside Tom's cell. The screws were
putting him in with Tom. He was assured of getting no sleep at all
now! As the screws unlocked the cell, Tom quickly clambered back into
bed and pretended to be asleep. The man that was thrown into the cell
had a torn shirt and bloodied jeans. As he sat on the floor he was
holding his stomach. Tom immediately surmised that the screws had
punched him pretty badly. He still feigned sleep though. The man
struggled to his feet and stood up. He was about the same height as
Bob had been, but this man had much broader shoulders. His ripped
shirt exposed a hard stomach but not hard enough to counter the
effects the beatings that the screws had given him.
He slowly undid the rest of the buttons and let the shirt fall to
the floor. His arms were well muscled and the forearms were very firm.
The hair from his armpits was thick and there was no division between
the hair here and his chest hair. This too was well defined along the
lines of his stomach and chest muscles. He slipped his fingers between
the stud holding the jeans together at the top and pulled the zip
down. His hands delved into the sides of the jeans and he pushed them
off. He displayed a pair of solid legs so firm, they could have been
tree trunks.
He was wearing a white jockstrap which looked so heavy it was a
wonder it held up. The man sat on the floor and pulled his white sport
socks off. Tom was getting harder and harder by the minute. This guy
was such a hunk how the hell could Tom keep quiet. Shit he thought!
This is more than I can stand. Surely I'm going to come any minute
without even having to touch my cock.
The man stood up again. He rubbed his hairy chest with his large
hands and then his left hand pushed its way into the jockstrap. He
rubbed it slowly at first, gradually working up a hard on. He then
pushed his hand down forcing the strap downwards. With the other hand,
he pulled it down from his legs and he was, at last, naked. His penis
was at least 8 inches in length and it was as thick as a curtain ring.
It was encircled by a forest of long pubic hair. He was not
circumcised but he proceeded to withdraw the foreskin far back along
the shaft. The knob was huge it dripped a thin stream of clear pre-
cum. The man stopped for a moment as he noticed Tom watching him.
"Like the look of my cock do ya?"
The man snarled. And with that he pulled the covers away from Tom.
Tom lay there as naked as the day he was born. His right hand resting
on his own weapon. Tom sat up, shaking. He had never been found out
before. He was crapping himself afraid of what the other prisoners
would do to him if they found out. The hunk didn't seem too worried
about it. He grabbed hold of Tom's head and pushed it down upon his
own cock. Tom choked at the suddenness of this action. Eagerly though,
he began to suck on the strangers meat.
Tom began salivating profusely making the hunks cock drip with
saliva. Up and down went Tom's head on this massive dick. In and out
of his mouth went the cock, it felt like on each thrust it went deeper
down his throat. The man suddenly withdrew all the way, pushing Tom's
head back as he tried to reach out with his mouth, begging for more.
Without a word the hunk pushed Tom down on his bed and went down on
Tom's own dick. With his tongue he licked around the rim of Tom's
knob.
He took the knob into his mouth and sucked on that alone. He then
took it all into his mouth, plunging down on it with lips pursed
tightly around the shaft. Tom's hips began to thrust automatically
pushing into his lovers mouth. Each time he pushed his stiff weapon
deep into his mouth. He felt his dick and balls tense up as the
ecstasy grew. It was more than he could bear, he had to shoot. With
one last thrust he rammed his cock deep and shot a thick load of cum
deep against the back of his lovers throat. He tensed again as a
second jet shot from his cock and then a third.
The hunk sucked hard and kept on sucking until every last drop was
drained. Tom's head was spinning. He had never come so hard before.
The man got up and turned Tom over onto his front. Tom's semi-flaccid
cock pointed downwards on the bed making him feel very uncomfortable.
Without a thought the hunk mounted the bed and put his own legs
between Tom's forcing the apart and exposing his open arsehole. Tom's
lover began to rub his huge knob against it gently pushing inwards.
Suddenly there was a hard thrust into Tom and his lover had entered
him. God! did it hurt!
The hunk pushed the entire length of his cock deep into Tom making
him gasp loudly. The hunk pushed hard against him, withdrawing slowly
and then thrusting fast into Tom's arse. It burned Tom's ring so much
he wept quietly with the pain. Then with one final push, the hunk shot
his load into Tom. He thrust again and again shooting more cum into
Tom. He then withdrew, his cock dribbling with cum.
"Hi", he said in a deep voice, "I'm Mark."
They chatted into the early hours. Mark told Tom that he had been
picked up for beating up a pig.
"They bloody well deserve it, the bastards", agreed Tom.
This became a nightly ritual for Tom and Mark. Outside of their
cell, their sexuality was nothing but straight.
None of the other inmates had any idea about what went on at
night. Mark was sentenced to 3 years. It seemed like a long time for
such an offence but it was not his first. The judge was a bastard but
then neither Tom or Mark were worried about the sentence because at
least they would be company to each other. They could bonk endlessly
for 4 years at least!
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